Come on a journey through the far flung future, it’ll be a contemplative thing. Letters and logs from the Convergence Conclave on the crossroads of WARPROUTE 37.6.
“It was an eradication effort.” Colonel Skomantis’ voice was hushed as he leaned near to me, gripping my arm. “We have to get you out of here.” I didn’t understand. I was still groggy as we made our way from the transport ship through the corridors of the capital ship. My near burn through had…
There is some oddity to writing to myself and to some unknown other. I have heard that at some more magical time, men and women wrote diaries and memoirs to be shared with no one, and they poured their very souls, unabashed, naked into those pages. My life has been too much filled with the…
We are moving again. We had just settled. I hardly had my books and papers and systems set to the various degrees needed for effective work, and here we are again, on the move. I had not realized how difficult this movement would be. Yet, there is great excitement. I tell you, friends, we are…
All records of the raid on Earth have been stricken. Despite my elevated previous access, I had never even heard of such an event. What possible reason could there be for an assault upon the homeworld? What was present? I seek fuller understanding of the events in question including the next fragments of the diaries….
We floated above the horn of the African continent near the very tip of it next to what was once the Gulf of Aden some centuries ago. The landmass, once verdant with crystalline blue-green waves and sandy shores had become a pock-marked mass of dug in fortifications huddled like small turtles against a scorching sky…
There were no dreams the night before the largest raid of my life. So secret was the mission that none of us were even told where we were going. We were given gravity maps and geographical layouts, tunnel passageways, and the expected temperature extremes. Yet even these were stripped of needless detail. It would have…
There is nothing calm about birth. The fluids of life and death mix with sounds of agony, fear, and exhausted longing spoken in a tongue known only to deepest groanings of the soul while chorale music filled the inward an outward world. Among my people, children were sung into being while the men stoked the…
He came to me in my dream, the soft eyes I remember so well, his broad smile. He was wreathed in the power pulsing in shocking beauty around him, and a great multitude of figures trailed in his wake. He stepped toward me and a sound like a drop in a still pond echoed through…
I have found these three fragments thus far, and sent them to you in hopes you will learn what I am growing to learn myself. I cannot simply say it. Too clear, too straightforward, and the othermind scrapers will recognize it within the weave and come for me and those who have saved my life…
There was a time when the Luminaries believed that the zealots were simply another faction of the many faiths which they saw as all essentially madness from a bygone age of man – without real distinction. Perhaps they believe it still, but they were not above using their beliefs against them. I had no time…
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